
On This Borrowed Bike
Lisa Panepinto ’05
Three Rooms Press, 2014
Rivers flow through the poems in Panepinto’s slim volume. They whisper of the Northwest, of young people who have jumped in, of silvery fish and poison in the water. In her first collection, the Spokane native writes with a deft lyricism and of a sense of place in poems like “river metallic as veins of saints”:
“the land creates
its inhabitants
here I am low
down bog like”
Her other poems speak of Spokane and rural roads, and music festivals and blues … » More …